Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.